Creative Writing: Sobbing

My scars had faded long ago. But even so, the temptation had never messed me up this much

It had been most unbearable recently, my skin itching for that familiar stinging

Old thoughts had returned for an overdue visit,

Do it, you're worthless, cut deeper this time, nobody gives a shit

The lifeless and cold piece of metal twirled between my fingers for what seemed like hours of arguing with myself

Back and forth between
"Do it Rachel, you'll feel better afterwards" And
"You've come too far to give it all up now, don't be weak"

My grip tightens and I shut my eyes

Sobbing was the only thing that was louder than my skin, which was crying for that morbid attention

Leaned over the sink as I once was lifetimes ago

I felt as if I was going